Moved back to America from France *cough* a year ago *cough* and besides a triumphant return to my thrilling life as a Janitor and PS2 owner not much has happened. Still married to the same wonderful French chick and she still has her overweight cat. I kinda miss France but America is nice too as long as you ignore all the theistic nonsense and the fucking rednecks. France has their rednecks too but they don’t seem to have as much of a voice in government and they aren’t posting horrible patriotic pictures of eagles everywhere and buying every magnetic ribbon they can manage to slap on their grubby pick-up truck. In France they wear extremely tight pants and drink beer on the sidewalk while their baby-mama sits on a bench and smokes while she watches the kid they conceived at some party play in the cigarette butt and dog shit infested street.
I live in Olympia, WA now which isn’t ideal but it’s better than the backwater burg I was staying in when I arrived. The drivers in this town are the worst I’ve ever seen. I hear there are worse but as I drive by multiple accidents on my 9 mile trek to work I find it difficult to believe. It’s not a matter of if I’ll get in an accident but when. Anyway, buh-bye.